Shabazz Napier’s signing with the Nets somehow escaped my notice. I probably heard about it when it happened, but when it happened was probably when everything else was happening and WojBombs were dropping from the sky like raindrops. Coming into tonight, I definitely knew he was in the league, and I knew he wasn’t in Portland, but I hadn’t seen him in any boxscores.
This isn’t his Nets debut, though, because I totally missed his last game where he scored 8. I’m still getting warmed up, guys. Give me a week or two and I’ll be fully aware of that status of every role-player, every scrub, and maybe even all the two-way whackos. For now, I hope Napier can accept my apology for not being aware of him more awarely.
He’s getting the last laugh, because Shabazz Muhammad (his main NBA comparison due to their similar play styles and no other reason) isn’t even in the league anymore while he has a cushy 3rd-string PG gig in Brooklyn. He gets to be culturally enhanced in one of the hippest parts of the nation while playing relatively stress-free ball for a team that has only vague winning aspirations.